and let her know how impertinently our Priyamvadá has been prattling.
[She rises.
Anu. It will not be decent, my love, for an inhabitant of this hallowed wood to retire before a guest has received complete honour.
[Sacontalá, giving no answer, offers to go.
Dushm. [Aside.] Is she then departing?—[He rises, as if going to stop her, but checks himself.]—The actions of a passionate lover are as precipitate as his mind is agitated. Thus I, whose passion impelled me to follow the hermit's daughter, am restrained by a sense of duty.
Pri. [going up to Sacontalá.] My angry friend, you must not retire.
Sac. [Stepping back and frowning.] What should detain me?
Pri. You owe me the labour, according to our agreement, of watering two more shrubs. Pay me first to acquit your conscience, and then depart if you please.
[Holding her.